Same old trials, tweaking the nerves of my OCD.
Same old decline into madness.
Counting each brain cell as it dies of ennui.
Every interruption delivered with unholy relish;
Every other person uncommonly needy.
Each day, as it oscillates, blandness to badness,
Is a stew of obnoxiousness: annoyance ratatouille -
The accrued weight making life marginally more hellish.
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